Compared with Rakshasa's assessment mission, Uta's task was much less convoluted.
His mission was to go out and scout, investigate the detailed situation in a certain area, and determine whether a Monster Overlord truly existed there.
Such a mission seemed easy, but was actually more dangerous.
No one could predict what he would encounter after venturing deep into the wilderness surrounded by monster forces.
Uta set out with a squad of troops.
Ten hours later.
"Rumble—"
A monster tide came charging from afar, heading straight for the squad led by Uta.
Uta gazed into the distance and thought for three seconds, but failed to come up with anything. He charged straight into the monster tide, like a giant whale crashing into a small wave, smashing the entire tide into pieces.
Twelve hours later.
Uta encountered a second monster tide. Flying monsters closed in from all directions, surrounding him.
He once again smashed the tide apart, but quite a few of the troops accompanying him were injured.
Fourteen hours later.
"Where was I supposed to look for clues about the Monster Overlord again?"
Uta scratched his head. The mission had mentioned that an Overlord Force related to the Frost Goblin might exist here. He was supposed to bring back relevant clues and evidence to prove the results of his investigation.
What was he supposed to do again?
Uta spent ten percent of his energy throwing punches and ninety percent thinking.
He could not come up with an answer, but the monster tide before him was already close to dissipating.
At that moment,
Uta came back to his senses and discovered that both his legs had been bound. Cold surged up from deep within the earth, and solid ice continued spreading up his calves. Visible chill radiated in all directions. The blood